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Asmita Javdekar

Engineer turned Entrepreneur turned into a full time Homebody. Writing is my way of partying with all the crazy emotions in the world.
My parties have no themes or dress codes and you are always welcome to join in:)
Divya was turning 17.This was her first year away from her family.Back home, birthdays meant a fragrant string of jasmine flowers, snugly perched over her tightly oiled bun of thick black hair.She would visit the local deity to seek blessings and her mother would prepare rice and... read more...
20-Feb-2019 • 135 views
After being neck deep in completing her presentation for 32hours without a wink, Riddhi decided to head straight to Nook; a nearby Restobar. She definitely needed a stiff one, before hitting the sack.Meandering through the packed restaurant to her usual bar stool, her eye caught a couple of familiar... read more...
22-Feb-2019 • 148 views
Manju’s entry into the world was perniciously timed with her mothers exit. Post the tumultuous delivery of daughter number 3; Manju’s father and his family had stormed out of the village Mission hospital, leaving behind the few minutes old, scrawny Manju to be welcomed with nothing... read more...
01-Mar-2019 • 126 views
New Beginnings in Mid LifeWe all became friends by fluke.While I was doing my masters in the US, on my first trip back home, I had inadvertently picked up a Black and Tan Samsonite bag from the luggage belt at the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport.I never bother checking... read more...
05-Mar-2019 • 137 views
The Laburnum and the Gulmohar Tree grew next to each other.One lucky day, they both dropped a seed each into the warm, moist soil below.A plant began to sprout.In a few years, it bore its first few flowers.One beaming yellow, one crimson orange.Soon, the bright... read more...
10-Mar-2019 • 167 views
The greys in his hair stood for his experience.The wrinkles on her face reflected her mature grace.They wondered where years seeped through them.In their entwined hands however, lay love.blissfully unaware.forever young. read more...
11-Mar-2019 • 111 views
He was an insomniac.She was a sleepy head.He smiled, watching her while she slept.She smiled back, dreaming about him. read more...
14-Mar-2019 • 126 views
Her Abbujaan had a concussion and Fatima could not bear the thought of not being by his side as he inched closer to his end.She had not seen her father for the last 10 years,not even when she lost Nouman,her husband in an unfortunate road accident.For... read more...
22-Mar-2019 • 97 views
Vasu worked as a nanny at the Mirchandani household.Her husband Dheeraj started off as a handyman of the house and over time had risen to the post of the most trusted driver of Mr.Akash Mirchandani,founder and MD of the biggest auto manufacturing company in the city.Akash... read more...
22-Mar-2019 • 127 views
Nine year old Arjun was an avid reader.One look at his book shelf and you had Marvel the avengers, kid Krish, He-Man, Super hero Max, Hercules and many such flamboyantly dressed, brawny action  icons staring at you, head-on.        Arjun lived in... read more...
22-Mar-2019 • 163 views
In our twenties, Fights would last for a few days.Hand written letters and Sorry scribbled on the mirror with lipstick would reinstate Peace. Thirties changed the content of Fights.Peace made way through brushing of our feet under the cotton sheet, in the middle of the night.Fights... read more...
22-Mar-2019 • 123 views
Stress by it self is a huge topic to deal with so I have decided to break it into fragments.For every fragment of Stress,I will carve a short story based on my perception and analysis.Here goes the first one:)Once upon a time there was a beautiful... read more...
26-Mar-2019 • 133 views
Miraya had just turned thirteen and Mohit, nine.They were like any other pair of siblings, at that age.Goofing around, quarrelling, pulling each other’s legs. Basically, annoying the life out of each other.A straight forward dialogue exchange was nearly extinct, in their relationship.With both parents... read more...
01-Apr-2019 • 129 views
I was about to put my footwear in the locker at my morning Yoga class when my attention went to a pair of senior citizens, struggling with something on the road.I could sense discomfort on the old lady’s face.The man accompanying her, stooped to check on... read more...
03-Apr-2019 • 132 views
GOD
Whenever I pass a place of worship, reflexively, my right hand swerves to touch the bridge of my nose, followed by a gentle tap, somewhere on the circumference of my heart, concluding with a light kiss on the periphery of the index finger.2014 was the first time when Chinu... read more...
12-Apr-2019 • 150 views
What were the chances that just a day after watching Delhi Crime on Netflix and having been deeply impacted by the role of a young IPS officer, Neeti Singh, I bump into these three young police constables.What caught my attention was the uniformity of their demeanour. All three were... read more...
13-Apr-2019 • 175 views
Poems
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Sthayee: A tribute to Mother Nature.When I first came home, She was in full blossom, swaying with joy by my bedroom window.Right there. स्थायी.I began walking, I began talking.Her colours faded and changed.She always kept an eye on me.Right there. स्थायी.I... read more...
15-Apr-2019 • 143 views
When Salonie asked me to write something for the International Children’s Book Day on Kalamwali (www.kalamwali.com) as their featured author of the month, instinctively I knew, to whom this write up would be dedicated to.To my introduction to the world of stories, to the... read more...
15-Apr-2019 • 134 views
Aai (my mother) hails from Sankeshwar, a small village in Karnataka.She travelled by an airplane for the first time in her life in 2004, when my sister delivered her first baby.CJ grew up in South Korea and moved to America in search of better opportunities for a lively... read more...
24-Apr-2019 • 125 views
Through my headphones, straight into my heart, Lady Gaga explodes, “In the shallow, shallow In the shallow, shallow In the shallow, shallow We're far from the shallow now” Her voice resonates across my emotions, leaving them carelessly strewn. I see a haggard dog with a worn out... read more...
10-May-2019 • 96 views
I chanced upon him at a subway station in New York. It had been a few years since I had heard anyone speak with that nasal stalwart Puneri twang which I so detested while growing up in our very typical "Koknastha Brahmin" household. However, on that very cold January morning... read more...
17-May-2019 • 120 views
Farida grew up on the foundation of differences.Her brother Javed was mollycoddled while her fate was resigned to strict instructions.He got to go to school while she was forced to help with the household.He could play outdoors with his friends while she had to sit huddled with... read more...
17-May-2019 • 137 views
 Kadak Laxmi The reason a lot of kids in my generation grew up decently behaved is thanks to the “Kadak Laxmi” phenomenon. The fear for this community was embedded into us since childhood.Kadak Laxmi as we referred to them were often queer, with heavy vermilion, turmeric... read more...
18-May-2019 • 167 views
Shruti KotwalI spotted her training at the gym this morning. Her posture, built and focus, prompted me to ask her if she were an athlete. “I am an ice skater.” was her modest reply.Thank god for my curiosity, I prodded her further.Meet Shruti Kotwal, India&rsquo... read more...
20-May-2019 • 158 views
Rekha was a curious 16 year old girl from a rusty little coastal town in the Prakasam district of Andra Pradesh.She had been packed off to Mumbai by her parents to earn some extra bucks for the family before being married off a few years down the line.For... read more...
25-May-2019 • 142 views
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